Beginning in Autumn, 2006, I began brewing up teas from English Tea Store and inviting my friend and yours, Bellotoot, into my office to yack over a good, strong cuppa.
Although I think the Scots are just about the finest peoples on the faces of the earth [The Greatest Group of All Times!], Scottish Breakfast Tea fucks me up something fierce.
I am immune to caffeine except in the highest doses, but just a whiff o' that stuff messes me up, leading to jitters and shakes and snakes (oh, my!).
I prefer the proprietary blend by my store, their Blackforest. Bellotoot is a goober who enjoys Lapsang Souchang.
Philistine. . .
Anyway, the stuff is numsker, and I heartily recommend it.
But, like shaving, it's only bombdiggetty if you go through the ritual.
|my office cupboard|
Put the kettle on.
Fill and infuser by hand [or a pot infuser by spoon or hand].
Put the infuser in a cup, and pour that boiling water right on your infuser.
Steep a short while.
Remove that infuser.
I think I need to calm down . . .